Warnings: Angst..Angst..more angst. Prying into the depths of Hisoka's
mind.
Kuroi Yume
Hisoka yawned and looked out over the grounds in front of the Ministry. 'Spring is nice but you get sick of it when it's ALWAYS spring.' He sighed and turned back to his paperwork. It was fairly quiet since Tsuzuki had announced his lunch break and strode out of the office. Hisoka had decided to tackle the mound of paperwork that had piled up on Tsuzuki's side of the desk. 'Why does it seem like I'm always the one who ends up doing all the busy work even though we split it fifty-fifty?' He looked at the pile of paper, now with a significant dent in it and checked his watch. 'He's been gone four hours.baka yaro...' A breeze ruffled his blond hair and he looked out at the window. 'I didn't open that' a chill streaked down his spine. He felt another presence in the room. Whatever its intentions were he could tell he wouldn't like them. He quickly stood up and scanned the empty office.
"HISOKA!!!!!!!!" yelled a voice right next to his ear. Hisoka yelled and whirled around aiming a vicious uppercut at the intruder's head. It connected with a dark brown mop and the mysterious person yelped. Hisoka found himself staring into huge teary purple eyes. "Hisoka kuuuuuun!" whined Tsuzuki "Hidoi!! That hurt!" Hisoka was still panting.
"Don't DO that!" he yelled.
"Demo...I just wanted to how my shields were working. You couldn't really sense me right?" I'm getting better right?" Tsuzuki looked at Hisoka with pleading eyes.
"Tsuzuki, don't EVER do that again." The empath snapped. He stormed out of the office and past Tatsumi who was walking down the hallway. Tatsumi looked around the corner at Tsuzuki who was still standing in a state of shock. Tatsumi raised an eyebrow.
"What did you do to Kurosaki-kun Tsuzuki?" Tsuzuki just blinked and looked at him.
"He was really angry with me." He murmured. "I was just playing a joke." Tatsumi pushed his glasses back up his nose.
"A joke that was not well taken, don't tease Kurosaki so much. He can't handle it." Tsuzuki nodded and sighed.
"I'd better go find him."
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Hisoka sat under one of the large Sakura trees near the lake. His head in his hands, willing his heart rate to slow and his breathing return to normal. As his adrenaline high wore off his body began to shake under the stress. Tsuzuki had no idea just how much he had scared him. The idea of being trapped with someone he could hardly sense in an otherwise empty room frightened him out of his mind. 'Get a hold of yourself. You've got to go back. Nothing happened and nothing is going to.' With that Hisoka tried to make his shaky legs support him. He had just managed to get standing when there was the hesitant sound of a throat clearing. Surprised, Hisoka lost his balance and sat back down with a 'thunk' legs splaying in all directions.
"Damnit, Tsuzuki!"
"Hisoka! Gomen.I didn't mean to scare you.." Hisoka shot a glare at Tsuzuki.
"The first or second time?"
"Ano.the second, but I am sorry." Tsuzuki looked hesitantly at his partner. "Hisoka.are you alright? You haven't been yourself lately." Hisoka's eyes clouded with uncertainty for a moment before clearing.
"I'm fine Tsuzuki. Don't worry about me. I just haven't been sleeping well." Hisoka looked down at the blades of grass between his fingers.
"Saa! You should go see Watari! I'll bet he can help you. Promise you'll see him Hisoka? Please??" Tsuzuki gave Hisoka a pleading look. Hisoka sighed.
"Fine, if that's what it takes for you to leave me alone."
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"Well Bon, here are some pills that might help you sleep. Though it would be better if you could tell me what you think is keeping you from sleeping." Watari was smiling but he radiated concern. Hisoka shook his head.
"I don't know what it is. I can't remember any of my dreams so I have no idea if that's the problem. Thank you though Watari, I appreciate it." Hisoka rose gracefully from his seat then paused at the door. "Do you think its possible Watari, for someone to die twice?" Watari frowned and gave Hisoka an uncharacteristic look of seriousness.
"There are many ways to die Hisoka-san." Hisoka's eyes clouded as if looking through Watari at something unseen.
"Hai, arigato Watari-san" Hisoka stepped through the door way and strode down the hall. When he got a safe distance from Watari's office he allowed himself to slump against the wall. "I can't believe I lied to him." The whisper just barely reached Hisoka's ears. He was very well aware as to what kept him from sleeping at night. Silver and red. Dark trees and soft wind. Worst of all were the whispers. Then there came the pain and burning that would jolt him out of slumber. His curse scars would burn, sometimes for the whole night, afterwards. Mostly the pain came in waves and left him panting and shaking, unable to do anything but curl in on himself and wait for them to pass.
Hisoka pushed off of the wall and began to walk down the white marble steps of the Ministry. He could have just teleported himself back to his apartment but today he wanted to walk. All too soon he arrived at the dark wood door. The key clicked dryly in the latch and the door swung open with a creak. Hisoka glared at it. It seemed the entire world was attempting to make him feel as unpleasant as possible. Muttering threats to the door about possible replacements, Hisoka entered the immaculate yet empty apartment. His uncharacteristic babble was meant to dispel the room's uncanny silence. Yet all it served to do was a mocking empty echo that emphasized rather than dispersed the quiet.
When he entered the room Hisoka's eyes grew heavy. Too many nights without sleep wore on him. He managed to swallow some of the pills that Watari had given him before collapsing on the bed. A kind of lightness took him and he felt like he was almost floating before he drifted into sleep.
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Hisoka woke in a very odd position. 'Why am I standing?' Troubled eyes took in his surroundings. Hisoka cursed softly under his breath. This wasn't the world of the dead. This was earth. "How in the world did I get here?"
"A good question Boy. A better one I think is why." Hisoka turned around slowly. Dreading what he would see. A white and silver angel, illuminated in the pale moonlight. Muraki smiled, "We seem to run into this predicament many times, don't we Boy?" Hisoka took a step back, quaking from head to toe.
"How did you.why is it that I'm here?" Muraki's smile became a smirk as he pushed his glasses higher on his nose.
"You let your mind wander Boy. It is easy to catch onto it and make it obey my will. Especially when it is so vulnerable. You should have a talk with your doctor. Handing out medicines on a whim can have such devastating affects." Hisoka stepped back another pace, bringing his back up against a wall. There was nowhere else to run to.
"You bastard, you've been manipulating my dreams."
"Dolls are meant to be manipulated. However, I haven't tied all the strings to you yet." Muraki closed the distance between them, catching Hisoka's wrist as it tried to strike him. He pulled Hisoka sharply around, pressing the boy's back against his chest, pinning his arms behind him. Hisoka felt his scars blaze to life on his body. His strength was ebbing away. He slumped against Muraki, eyes closing in defeat.
"That's enough Muraki, let him go." A cool collected voice sounded out of the shadows.
Author's Note: Who is this mysterious person? What does it want? How does it know Muraki? Stay tuned for the next chapter. *dun dun dun* ^_^
P.S- good writing skills = interest = energy = food = fan fiction reviews.
Therefore, good writing skills = fan fiction reviews
Kuroi Yume
Hisoka yawned and looked out over the grounds in front of the Ministry. 'Spring is nice but you get sick of it when it's ALWAYS spring.' He sighed and turned back to his paperwork. It was fairly quiet since Tsuzuki had announced his lunch break and strode out of the office. Hisoka had decided to tackle the mound of paperwork that had piled up on Tsuzuki's side of the desk. 'Why does it seem like I'm always the one who ends up doing all the busy work even though we split it fifty-fifty?' He looked at the pile of paper, now with a significant dent in it and checked his watch. 'He's been gone four hours.baka yaro...' A breeze ruffled his blond hair and he looked out at the window. 'I didn't open that' a chill streaked down his spine. He felt another presence in the room. Whatever its intentions were he could tell he wouldn't like them. He quickly stood up and scanned the empty office.
"HISOKA!!!!!!!!" yelled a voice right next to his ear. Hisoka yelled and whirled around aiming a vicious uppercut at the intruder's head. It connected with a dark brown mop and the mysterious person yelped. Hisoka found himself staring into huge teary purple eyes. "Hisoka kuuuuuun!" whined Tsuzuki "Hidoi!! That hurt!" Hisoka was still panting.
"Don't DO that!" he yelled.
"Demo...I just wanted to how my shields were working. You couldn't really sense me right?" I'm getting better right?" Tsuzuki looked at Hisoka with pleading eyes.
"Tsuzuki, don't EVER do that again." The empath snapped. He stormed out of the office and past Tatsumi who was walking down the hallway. Tatsumi looked around the corner at Tsuzuki who was still standing in a state of shock. Tatsumi raised an eyebrow.
"What did you do to Kurosaki-kun Tsuzuki?" Tsuzuki just blinked and looked at him.
"He was really angry with me." He murmured. "I was just playing a joke." Tatsumi pushed his glasses back up his nose.
"A joke that was not well taken, don't tease Kurosaki so much. He can't handle it." Tsuzuki nodded and sighed.
"I'd better go find him."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~*****~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Hisoka sat under one of the large Sakura trees near the lake. His head in his hands, willing his heart rate to slow and his breathing return to normal. As his adrenaline high wore off his body began to shake under the stress. Tsuzuki had no idea just how much he had scared him. The idea of being trapped with someone he could hardly sense in an otherwise empty room frightened him out of his mind. 'Get a hold of yourself. You've got to go back. Nothing happened and nothing is going to.' With that Hisoka tried to make his shaky legs support him. He had just managed to get standing when there was the hesitant sound of a throat clearing. Surprised, Hisoka lost his balance and sat back down with a 'thunk' legs splaying in all directions.
"Damnit, Tsuzuki!"
"Hisoka! Gomen.I didn't mean to scare you.." Hisoka shot a glare at Tsuzuki.
"The first or second time?"
"Ano.the second, but I am sorry." Tsuzuki looked hesitantly at his partner. "Hisoka.are you alright? You haven't been yourself lately." Hisoka's eyes clouded with uncertainty for a moment before clearing.
"I'm fine Tsuzuki. Don't worry about me. I just haven't been sleeping well." Hisoka looked down at the blades of grass between his fingers.
"Saa! You should go see Watari! I'll bet he can help you. Promise you'll see him Hisoka? Please??" Tsuzuki gave Hisoka a pleading look. Hisoka sighed.
"Fine, if that's what it takes for you to leave me alone."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~*****~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Well Bon, here are some pills that might help you sleep. Though it would be better if you could tell me what you think is keeping you from sleeping." Watari was smiling but he radiated concern. Hisoka shook his head.
"I don't know what it is. I can't remember any of my dreams so I have no idea if that's the problem. Thank you though Watari, I appreciate it." Hisoka rose gracefully from his seat then paused at the door. "Do you think its possible Watari, for someone to die twice?" Watari frowned and gave Hisoka an uncharacteristic look of seriousness.
"There are many ways to die Hisoka-san." Hisoka's eyes clouded as if looking through Watari at something unseen.
"Hai, arigato Watari-san" Hisoka stepped through the door way and strode down the hall. When he got a safe distance from Watari's office he allowed himself to slump against the wall. "I can't believe I lied to him." The whisper just barely reached Hisoka's ears. He was very well aware as to what kept him from sleeping at night. Silver and red. Dark trees and soft wind. Worst of all were the whispers. Then there came the pain and burning that would jolt him out of slumber. His curse scars would burn, sometimes for the whole night, afterwards. Mostly the pain came in waves and left him panting and shaking, unable to do anything but curl in on himself and wait for them to pass.
Hisoka pushed off of the wall and began to walk down the white marble steps of the Ministry. He could have just teleported himself back to his apartment but today he wanted to walk. All too soon he arrived at the dark wood door. The key clicked dryly in the latch and the door swung open with a creak. Hisoka glared at it. It seemed the entire world was attempting to make him feel as unpleasant as possible. Muttering threats to the door about possible replacements, Hisoka entered the immaculate yet empty apartment. His uncharacteristic babble was meant to dispel the room's uncanny silence. Yet all it served to do was a mocking empty echo that emphasized rather than dispersed the quiet.
When he entered the room Hisoka's eyes grew heavy. Too many nights without sleep wore on him. He managed to swallow some of the pills that Watari had given him before collapsing on the bed. A kind of lightness took him and he felt like he was almost floating before he drifted into sleep.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~*****~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Hisoka woke in a very odd position. 'Why am I standing?' Troubled eyes took in his surroundings. Hisoka cursed softly under his breath. This wasn't the world of the dead. This was earth. "How in the world did I get here?"
"A good question Boy. A better one I think is why." Hisoka turned around slowly. Dreading what he would see. A white and silver angel, illuminated in the pale moonlight. Muraki smiled, "We seem to run into this predicament many times, don't we Boy?" Hisoka took a step back, quaking from head to toe.
"How did you.why is it that I'm here?" Muraki's smile became a smirk as he pushed his glasses higher on his nose.
"You let your mind wander Boy. It is easy to catch onto it and make it obey my will. Especially when it is so vulnerable. You should have a talk with your doctor. Handing out medicines on a whim can have such devastating affects." Hisoka stepped back another pace, bringing his back up against a wall. There was nowhere else to run to.
"You bastard, you've been manipulating my dreams."
"Dolls are meant to be manipulated. However, I haven't tied all the strings to you yet." Muraki closed the distance between them, catching Hisoka's wrist as it tried to strike him. He pulled Hisoka sharply around, pressing the boy's back against his chest, pinning his arms behind him. Hisoka felt his scars blaze to life on his body. His strength was ebbing away. He slumped against Muraki, eyes closing in defeat.
"That's enough Muraki, let him go." A cool collected voice sounded out of the shadows.
Author's Note: Who is this mysterious person? What does it want? How does it know Muraki? Stay tuned for the next chapter. *dun dun dun* ^_^
P.S- good writing skills = interest = energy = food = fan fiction reviews.
Therefore, good writing skills = fan fiction reviews